Schoenberg would have arranged it so that while one of us was singing the traditional tune, another would be singing it backwards. Another would be singing it upside down. A fourth would be singing it backwards and upside down at the same time.
Given that the instructions would have been in German, rather than the traditional Italian, none of us would have a clue what we were supposed to be doing anyway.
And that would not have made any difference at all to the resulting cacophony.
Give me old fashioned tonality any day.
A Findlay cake is a cake made by a Findlay, of course. And we have a student of that name leaving us this week. We have almost finished the Tabor biscuits from last week.
This time next year, we will, I hope, be enjoying confectionaries named Arthur, Lau and Melia.
Of course, the quality of confectionary has no bearing whatever on the references they get. Perish the thought.
Quantity, however...